Nino Bless - Lyrical Murderer Freestyle lyrics

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Nino Bless - Lyrical Murderer Freestyle lyrics

[Verse]: Two millenniums after Christ God sent Bless to mash cause you lames wasn't actin' right It's a fact I'm nice When son grab the mic I'll rap like a young Rakim with Pun's appetite I'm past the hype f** cash and ice Ain't the gangsta type but ran some heists Bringin' rap back despite what ba*tards like Till they shut my casket tight and I'm burnin' in the my afterlife You can say I took bad advice, I am A product of my environment, here's where I stand I ain't for the jockin' n***as aura Or the skinny Prada's n***a's rockin' this is Sodom and Gomorrah This has gotten outta order I was rockin' with the Slaughter I'm the one no one thought of, now they got me on the corner I am not playin' possum, don't get caught up I got Glocks and I'll pop 'em I'm Pica**o when I draw 'em, wanna spot? Though I got some supporters I ain't poppin' as an artist But, that'll stop when I drop what's in my storage I am, still vibin' and dodgin' like Ali boxin' These haters is hot and ally ally oxen I will karate chop em and box 'em And box 'em next to where ever Hoffa's body is rottin' How could, anybody knock him? Nino's a one man, Slaughter don't gotta be on the album Thanks to Joe, don't wanna be Amalgam I choke necks, holla with the right amount son I never beef so just count son out I be makin' headlines like that Mouse on mouse Get it? sh**'s embedded, born with a plot to win Throw 2Pacalypse in to wash my sins Spit hotness with every ounce of oxygen I make the top tens in the thermometer burst right out the top of it n***as say they wanted Lyrical Murder, I'm here With the one shot k**, but the guns co*ked still Pop steel cause you co*ks don't want me to pop still Know you'd rather see me hurtin' like Johnny Knoxville Do you hear me? I am how the block feels I am real hip hop so I'm on the block still My stock builds with each tape that I leak For those that doubt still you only made me a beast Cheese! Take a pic, I'm the face of the streets Now frame it, I'm ghetto famous, Ebay for cheap I am fiendin' to eat, but not tastin' defeat I am the fresh air Shyne breathe the day he's released One of the best out, rappin' with sk**s If I die when I'm done, I be the Latin Big L Damn, cause when you dead they appreciate you a lot more Cause ain't no reason to hate you so your stock soar For that, I don't need to pop off, f** it For the way that I flow this ain't got no justice Your knees are numb and you're limpin' on a lot of your tracks The reaper comin' I caught another body on wax Murder!

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